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 Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:02 am
::Nods:: I Don't want to call you something that you don't want to be called.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:03 am
Neither do I. biggrin
Hmmmm, what to sing next...
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:06 am
::sits on a chair and sinks in::..!!
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:10 am
*Stands on the stage thinking, hitting the microphone against her chin causing it to make a loud "THONK" noise. Stops and looks over at Kendra.*
Sorry... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:12 am
::Is getting eaten by A bean bag chair::
It's okay. At least it didn't screech.
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:20 am
OKOKOK! I got a song; I love this song! Ahem.
*Selects the song and starts to sing I Could have Danced All Night from My Fair Lady; visibly excited. As she sings she starts to dance in a goofy way, enjoying the song.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:21 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:23 am
*Finishes the song, standing in the middle of the stage smiling widly while gripping the microphone tightly up to her face with both hands.*
biggrin
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:25 am
::claps as best as she can in the chair::
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:30 am
I make a note not to sit in the bean bags...
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:32 am
((BRB Going to the store to get mandatory essay writing alcohol. A glass of wine helps one write paaaaaaaaaages.))
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:34 am
Good note.
::Gets out and takes a deep breath::
((May not be here when you return. xd ))
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:37 am
::Looks at the time:: Damn it.. I was supposed to meet up with Roy...
Good Night Nat.
::Flies out the skylight from once she came::
((BLAHH! It's so late. See ya later!))
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:52 am
Good night! I was nice meeting you!
((No worries, I should focus on writing anyways! GO TO SLEEP!))
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 6:57 pm
*walks in to work*
Hmmm...Tuesday...
*turns on the karaoke machine*
Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
Darlin'you give love a bad name
An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven then put me through hell
Chains of love got a hold on me
When passion's a prison you can't break free
Woah! You're a loaded gun(yeah)
Whoa! There's no where to run
No one can save me
The damage is done
Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love... a bad name
You paint your smile on your lips
Blood red nails on your fingertips
A school boy's dream you act so shy
Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye
Whoa! You're a loaded gun
Whoa! There's nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done
Shot through the heart
and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give lo-o-o-o-ove!
*SOLO!*
Shot through the heart
and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
Shot through the heart
and you're to blame
You give love a bad name
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love...
You give love...
A bad name
You give love...
You give love...
A bad name
You give love...
You give love...
A bad name
You give love...
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